"Edison, Edison, I was wrong, don't make me to eat this, I'm going to vomit!" Mike regretted it, and he meant it. He never thought that he was deceived by his own father. It can't be said to be deceived, maybe his father didn't even think of it.
"Why can't you eat it? You have to eat it slowly. We are all men, right? We can't afford to lose?"
Edison knew that if he lost the bet, Mike would not let him go.
"Mike, eat it, donkey dung is not poisonous." Uncle John kindly advised him.
Ben was disgusted when he looked at the baskets of donkey dung, and said good things for his son, "Edison, you have to forgive him. Although you guys played the bet, if you lose today, I won't let my son embarrass you too much. We all lives in the same village."
Edison didn't answer him, but someone in the c
